Love is short, but longer than Sang Tian By Yun Gu
Love is short, but it is longer than mulberry fields by Yun Gu
If I don't say some words and keep them in my heart, it will be a regret for the rest of my life;
Some words, even if they are said, will not change anything;
But, at least I have no regrets or regrets.
——Yun Gu
Before I met her, I had no name or surname, and I didn’t know what my name was or who I was.
I have nothing but a birth card, and my life is worse than a pile of garbage.
At least there are people to pick up the trash, but no one wants to pick it up for me.
After getting to know her, my name is Yun Gu, I have short soft hair, a pair of visible eyes, a clean face and clothes, and I live like a person.
She was 17 years old and I was 14 years old.
I always thought she was an angel sent by God to pick up my trash.
She was depressed and lifeless at first, but after seeing the photos of certain people on the big screen, she suddenly seemed to wake up and live an active life.
I don't know who those people are, but I know that those people must be very important to her.
Is she alive...?
She seems to just treat her body as a machine, constantly looking for work. No matter how hard, tired or dirty she is, she doesn't mind. For the meager reward, she can help people find it in the garbage dump all day long.
Lost things; in order to survive, she would sleep less than four hours a day for three consecutive years, save money desperately, eat one meal a day, be reluctant to buy a piece of clothing, and even sell blood, just to make me happy
Open your mouth and speak.
When did you start falling in love with her?
have no idea.
When I knew I liked her, I was surprised to realize that I had been in love with her for a long, long time.
But I also know that she doesn't have me in her heart. She always regards me as her younger brother.
Before we met, she had a man in her heart that she liked very much, and I couldn't even put a needle through the gap; after we met, she fell in love with the earl, she loved him very much, and I was still a man.
There are no gaps in the needle.
The people she likes are all outstanding, very noble, as noble as the sun in the sky, but what about me?
It's just a handful of dust on the ground that I can't grasp. I don't even have the qualifications to look up.
She won't like someone like me, I know it, I've always known it soberly, so I've always been in love desperately.
He was so desperate that he could hardly even face her.
Before I can speak, I can't tell her that I love her; when I can speak, I still can't tell her: I love you.
So why do I need to have surgery and why do I need to speak.
If what I say is not "I love you", then I would rather not speak.
I once read a sentence in a book: If love requires language, then how can a mute love each other?
Love does not require words, but it requires loving each other. She doesn’t love me.
You don't love me, that's all!
…
Before I could speak, I could still chat with her in sign language; after I could speak, I didn't know what to talk to her about.
Watching her fall in love with someone else, watching her enter someone else's world, I felt like a kite with a broken string in my hand. No matter how hard I grabbed it, I couldn't catch it.
The string broke, the kite flew far away, and she... left.
The phrase "Can I stop being your brother? Can I love you in a man's way" almost blurted out.
I didn't say it because I knew that once I said this sentence, I would not only lose my love, but also lose her.
I never wanted to hurt her. I wanted to give her the best and protect her, but I was too stupid and clumsy to even do such a thing for her.
It made her worry, made her disappointed, and in the end even made her lose her only relative and the person she trusted.
I hated the man who let her come to Paris. He had so much power but could not protect her, let her go through such unbearable things, and allowed her to be forced by life to the point where she almost lost her human form.
I hate the widowed Louis, I hate that he stole the only light and warmth from my life, but could not protect her well, could not prevent her suffering, prevent her from being displaced, and allow her warmth and peace.
I never thought that I would eventually become the person I hated the most.
What on earth did I do to force her to leave quietly?
…
Killing the red lady who ruined her reputation is the only thing I can do for her.
I have already thought about sacrificing this bad life. Anyway, I have a bad life. If I had not met her, I would still be the garbage on the street that no one picks up.
I still failed.
Over the years, it seems that I have done nothing right and nothing well.
Even in the end, Louis Indigo had to come to the rescue.
At an altitude of 30,000 feet, listening to Yu Yang saying those words, I couldn't help but burst into tears.
But at the age of 23, I suddenly felt that I was old.
…
Maybe God was punishing me for not cherishing the angels he sent to earth to rescue me, so he took away my ability to speak.
Yu Yang took me to see many doctors, and the results were all the same.
I told Yu Yang that he didn't have to stay here and waste time on me, a rotten person. I knew that Louis Yingwu needed him more at this time.
As for the road ahead, I know how to go.
I will never let down the second chance of rebirth they gave me.
…
I work as a sign language teacher in a charity organization, teaching sign language to some children.
My name is no longer Yungu, I have a very common name: Song Xin.
People older than me call me: Xiao Song.
People younger than me call me: Brother Song.
People who are about the same age as me call me: Xiaoxin (the same name as Xiaoxin in "Crayon Shin-chan")
Day after day, year after year, I lived in this strange capital. I threw away my identity and name, and let go of the past. However, I could never let go of the love in my heart, or the person who disappeared in the vast sea of people.
The one who disappeared.
I gave up hope of speaking again. It didn't matter to me whether I could speak again.
If my voice can be exchanged for her peace and happiness for the rest of her life, then take some more from my body.
Because I owe her too much, too much.
Because I love her too deeply, too deeply.
…
I saw their current situation from the news. Although he is very low-key and never wants to show his face, let alone allow the media to take any pictures; but the media's ability to catch people's shadows is increasing day by day.
Her slender figure was seen in the blurry picture. He was holding the child in one hand and holding her shoulder in the other. He hurriedly avoided the picture. His personal driver tried his best to block the reporters from approaching.
Although the picture was blurry and the outline of the boy in his arms could not be clearly seen, one could vaguely see the eyes, which were light blue, mysterious and sad.
I received his text message the day after they registered their marriage.
His text message was very simple: We are getting married, do you want to meet us?
This was the first time he contacted me when I came to China. The moment I received the text message, I held my phone and watched it a hundred times, with endless emotions.
When he came back to his senses, he found that his face was already full of tears.
I responded to his text message a week later.
By then I had arrived in Xixun, the place where they fell in love and where they decided to grow old.
I deliberately changed into clean and tidy clothes, shaved my beard, and went to see her cleanly.
In a small teahouse in the town, there were not many people in the afternoon, and the boss happened to be making tea. The aroma of tea filling the room made people easily forget the troubles of the world.
In the twists and turns of fate, we met again: she was 36 years old and I was 33 years old.
She has waist-length hair, a light-colored chiffon shirt, and a long skirt that covers her ankles. The silk scarf is casually placed around her neck, and her delicate and beautiful collarbones are looming.
She sat in front of me, her expression as calm as ever, she pursed her lips and smiled faintly: "Long time no see, how are you?"
From the first second she came into my sight, my heart lost control. At this moment, there was no hatred or disgust in her voice, only the calmness of the wind after the dust settled.
His eyes suddenly became sore.
Raise your heavy arms and tell her: I'm fine, how about you?
Maybe the count told her, maybe she was used to seeing me doing sign language. She was not surprised or questioned, she just smiled with age and calmness, as warm as water, "I'm fine."
The room was filled with the fragrance of tea and was accompanied by the incomparable silence. She was drinking tea from a teacup. I looked at the teacup in front of me and felt that my heart was almost knocked out of my chest.
When she put down her tea cup and looked up at me, and when she was about to speak, I interrupted her: "There are some things that, if I don't say them, it will be a regret in my heart for the rest of my life; there are some words, even if I say them, it will be a regret.
It can’t change anything; but at least I have no regrets or regrets.”
She was stunned for a moment, stared at me for a moment, and listened carefully.
"I love you. I have for many years."
His clear and calm eyes suddenly stirred up trouble, and he looked at me in disbelief, as if he refused to believe what he saw with his eyes.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of my mouth and I continued.
"I don't know when it started. For you, I can't treat you as a sister, but as a woman; maybe it was when you said you wanted me to speak, maybe it was earlier, when I wanted to kiss you
when I saved you from the beginning. I love you. I have only loved you for so many years. I told myself thousands of times to give up on you and forget you, but I couldn’t do it. You
It's like a tattoo on my chest. It hurts terribly when I think about it, and when I don't think about it...but there is no time when I don't think about you."
"I can't do anything well. I can't speak, I don't know how to read, and I don't know who I am. I'm like a garbage on the street. I really don't have the courage to say the word 'love'. I don't
I don’t know if you will fall in love with me, but I don’t know if telling me at the beginning will give us a chance to start!”
Her eyes went from stunned to gradually panicked.
She probably never expected that her brother would always love her for so many years!
"I can't take it back after I say it. If I leave, I may not come back, so don't feel it, don't explain it, and don't ask me to look back, to avoid embarrassment for everyone. It's already good if you can just watch me leave.
...I just want to give my love a beginning and an end."
My love starts from the moment I say it and ends from this moment.
I don’t know whether my love was lost to the three years when I was born later, or the few months when I met her later than him; or whether it was lost to my own inferiority complex.
So I can only spend this long life licking my love for her with low self-esteem.
Outside the window, the sunshine was quiet, and he was holding the child and waiting for her, who was already panicking, not far away.
Her panicked eyes gradually became calmer and warmer when she saw them outside the window, which made me very envious.
"Go ahead, don't keep them waiting too long." I said to her.
She sat on the sofa and didn't move.
I put down the tea money, looked at her deeply when I stood up, and then left the teahouse without looking back.
…
I liked her when she was in the most embarrassing state and half-dead.
When she was the most glamorous and far away from my world, I still liked her.
After she got married and had children, and had the rest of her life happy, I liked her even more.
But if we can't be together, no matter whether we are close or apart, it is a kind of torture; then let me stay far away from you.
So far away that occasionally, just looking at you from a distance is enough.
…
Notes:
Louis Yingzi, Lan Mufei, Feiwu's family.
LOUIS INDIVIDUAL: Did you never assume that he liked you?
Lan Mufei: I want to assume because I want to have it but can’t. I can only assume that I fill it with whatever I want, and I can be as happy as I want.
Louis Young: In fact, he is the person closest to you, but he lacks courage and an opportunity. I am luckier than him, because I have the courage to say I love you!
Lan Mufei: "..."
…
If she could go back in time, she could quietly go back to the year when she had a miscarriage at the age of 17.
If he hadn't lived so humblely——
If she and him are given a chance, can they really be together?
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Young Master: Save the new article "Love is as deep as melting, President, you have to be good!" to avoid changing the title of the book in the future and you will not be able to find me!